So, c'est moi. I must warn you, that for the moment, it's not actually angst. But I'm planning to have like, loads of chapters, so there will be loads in the end………………. I promise. So, finally, the story continues………………….

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Aragorn's Point of View.

Still sitting on the grass with his head bowed, Aragorn groaned and collapsed backwards so he was now lying facing the sky. He was completely exasperated at himself - he let Legolas get to him, and now he had turned it into a game. A game.

'That's all it is to him, isn't it? A game,' he muttered to himself before getting up and beginning to walk back to the palace via a very long detour. He hoped that if he took long enough, by the time he got back Legolas would have disappeared for a while.

By the time he did finally get back, he found Elrond waiting for him in the Entrance Hall.

'There you are Estel! It's been hours since Legolas got back!' his foster parent cried.

'I just wanted some time alone, that's all,' the human answered shrugging.

'That's okay, then. I just thought you should know, Arwen is arriving tomorrow from Lothlorien,'

'Arwen!' Estel's face lit up in a huge smile, 'Thanks for telling me ada!' he cried before turning around and practically skipping off up to his room.

It had been a long time since he had seen Arwen. When they had first met, they had been head-over-heels in love. Over time, he had to admit that that love had worn out slightly, but they still remained amazingly close friends. Of course, they were still seen as an item, and they were very happy with each other. 'Ha!' he thought to himself, 'Something to take my mind of that insufferable elf, and make him more sufferable for a while!' Right now, he was invincible, and nothing could get him out of his happy mood. Which was a good thing too, because from round the corner in front of him came none other than Legolas, who was presently smirking.

Legolas's Point of View.

Legolas had been bored for some time after his teasing of Estel, and after eventually deciding he was hungry, he thought he would go and raid the kitchens. He left his room in a good mood. Walking down the corridors of his home, he began to think of things he could do to further annoy Estel. 'The fun I could have with this innocent mortal,' he thought as he smirked to himself. And speak of the devil, as he turned the corner, there he was bouncing up the corridor, looking extremely happy about something. 'That's weird,' thought Legolas, 'Why is so happy, when I left him pretty miserable?'

'Hello Legolas!' the man beamed at Legolas as he passed.

'What are you so extremely pleased about, dear Estel?' the elf asked, voice dripping with sugar and sarcasm.

'Arwen's coming!' he sang as he skipped round the corner, 'She's coming tomorrow!'

Leaving a very confused legolas in the corridor by himself.

Estel's Point of View.

Ha! You should have seen it! He was so pleased with himself. He had passed Legolas without even realising it, without the elf insulting him, or himself doing anything stupid. He was so happy. He skipped into his room, shut the door, bounced around on his bed for a while, singing, before collapsing into a deep sleep. He needed it too after that day……… Little did he know there was more to come……….

Legolas's Point of View.

Legolas was bored. Very bored. He had spent ages in the kitchens, and now he was sitting on one of the wooden tables, getting in the way of all the cooks, wondering what to do next. What did he usually do when he was bored? He'd tease the younger elves and generally be a nuisance, of course. Estel. How could he forget Estel? Grinning to himself he jumped off the table, grabbed a load of wine bottles and made his way up to Estel's room.

There was silence inside. He opened the door and peered in to find Estel sprawled out on the four-poster bed fast asleep. His hair was spread out all over the pillows, and his chest rose up and down as he breathed. He looked so peaceful and beautiful as he slept, oblivious to everything else. Urgh. Legolas was going mushy, and he knew it. He rolled his eyes, exasperated at himself. Why was he thinking these things about this mortal man? He put the thoughts to the back of his head as he entered the room and locked the door behind him.

He crept up to Estel's side silently, putting the bottles of wine on his bedside table. He then knelt down so he was at Estel's level and softly blew into his ear.

Estel's Point of View.

AH! What was that annoying blowing on his ear? Who'd do that? 'I know,' he thought exasperatedly, 'It'll be the twins.'

'Elrohir! Elladan! Stop it!' he muttered sleepily, 'I'm trying to sleep!'

'Awww, Estel, you're no fun!' Estel's eyelids opened instantly. That was not either of the twins' voices. He turned his head to see a beautiful blonde elf in front of him.

'Legolas!' he yelled sitting up, 'How did you get in?'

'Uh, through the door, human. That's what they're made for, you see.' Estel cursed himself mentally for not locking it after he had come in. He tried to look unfazed.

'Whatever. What do you want? And why are there loads of wine bottles in my room?' he asked the elf sharply, to which the elf replied looking extremely innocent;

'I thought we could be friends, seeing as I don't really have any, and then I thought that we could toast our friendship!' He sounded so sincere that, him being dozy as well, Estel believed him.

'Okay,' he sighed, 'If you want.'

'Yay!' yelled Legolas looking so childish that Estel nearly laughed. Maybe legolas wasn't really that bad after all. The elf then gave him a whole bottle after opening it, and got ready to gulp some of his down.

'To our friendship!' he said before beginning to gulp. Estel shrugged and did the same. It didn't take long to get him utterly drunk.

Legolas's Point of View.

Legolas looked down at the drunk Estel and smirked. He had only been pretending to drink the wine, and was still completely sober. Estel was lying on the bed chattering about something that Legolas was completely ignoring. Suddenly, he stopped and looked wonderingly up at Legolas.

'You're so pretty Legolas,' he said before smiling.

'You think?' Legolas smiled seductively before beginning to crawl over the bed towards Estel.

'Yes, I do,' he answered thoughtfully, 'And I really like you, and I wish that you would like me too, but I know that you don't, because you hate me.'

Legolas crawled onto Estel's body, straddling his hips.

'And how do you know that I hate you Estel?' he asked beginning to stroke the human's hair gently.

'Because you're so mean to me all the time, and I see the hatred in your eyes when you look at me.'

Legolas smiled sadly. This man had a knack of bringing out the real Legolas. The loving, gentle, loyal, protective one, that no-one had seen since his mother and sister and been tortured and then killed by orcs all those long years ago.

He had only been about 7 years old, and before this event, the golden prince of Mirkwood had had a golden heart as well. But the day he had found his mothers and sisters bodies lying bloody and mangled in a clearing in the forest, his sadness and grief had consumed him, and he vowed that he would never love another living being, least they would share the same fate, and because his sorrow had turned into bitterness against the world. He had separated himself from everyone - even his father - and his golden heart slowly rotted into a black one.

He sighed.

'I wish you could see the real Legolas Greenleaf, Estel,' he said softly, 'But you can't. Then again, maybe you will. You bring out the best in me, human.' he said the word 'human' rather fondly, and it made Estel smile. That smile looked so heavenly, and Estel looked so wanting, that Legolas found it hard to restrain the sudden want to kiss the man hard. But resist he did, and he smiled happily.

'You're not going to remember this in the morning,' he told Estel, 'but you're going to hate me when you wake up.'

'No I won't,' protested Estel, 'I never will! Why will I hate you?' he added thoughtfully.

'You'll see,' replied Legolas, 'but drink this now.' He gave Estel the remainder of the last bottle of wine, which he gulped down greedily, before promptly passing out.

Legolas smiled, before getting off the unconscious human, and getting to work with the rope which had been kept in the wardrobe. After he had finished his work, he exited the room, and went thoughtfully down the corridor, thinking of everything the human had brought up, and thinking about the man himself. A single tear slipped down his cheek. Poor Estel……..

Estel's Point of View.

Estel woke the next morning with the worst headache he'd ever had in his life. He opened his eyes groggily and shut them instantly again as the sunlight hit them, nearly blinding him. He stayed like that for the next couple of minutes, until he heard the trumpets ring downstairs, signalling breakfast was ready. Finally feeling awake, he attempted to get up, only to find that he was tied to the bed with a long length of silvery elvish rope. He groaned. This was totally not his day. After about twenty minutes of painful wiggling and thrashing around, he managed to get himself free. He was about to rush down when he caught sight of all the empty bottles lying on the floor and the piece of paper lying next to them.

He picked it up and read;

'Legolas: 2, Estel: 0.'

Estel fumed. He ripped the piece of paper in half and screamed. He should've known that the elf was feigning wanting friendship and only wanted to tease Estel more. He'd trusted him, and for what? A lot of pain and being dangerously late for breakfast. He sprinted down to the breakfast hall as fast as he could.

Legolas's Point of View.

Legolas was feeling extremely pleased with himself this morning. The breakfast trumpets sounded and he had appeared looking as immaculate as usual. As he had expected, there was no sign of Estel anywhere. He sat down with everyone else and started to eat, but at any second expecting the human's arrival.

And, soon enough, the peace of the dining hall was interrupted by a young human entering noisily. He looked terrible. His hair was knotted and tangled, his eyes were red and his clothes crumpled and dirty. He blustered his apologies before sitting down and glaring at Legolas intensely. Legolas smiled back. He could barely keep himself from laughing.

'Are humans always like this in the morning?' he heard his father ask Elrond.

'Some of them, yes, but never Estel.' answered the Noldor-lord,' Maybe he's coming on ill. I wouldn't worry about it.'

Estel had kept up his glaring for the rest of meal, and didn't eat a thing. Breakfast had finished and now a commotion was forming outside. Suddenly a messenger burst in, and announced,

'The Lady Arwen has arrived, my lords,' Legolas looked over at Estel and saw that his face had completely brightened up and he had stood up ready to rush out of the door to greet her. So. The Lady Arwen. This was who Estel had been so exited about yesterday. Legolas decided he would go and find out was she was, so - discreetly - he followed Estel outside.

A/N: So the end of another chapter. Also, I'd just like to add that in my story, ELVES ALWAYS HAVE ROPES IN THEIR WARDROBES. RANDOMLY. FOR MY CONVINIENCE!

So, now that that's cleared up, I'd just like to say that it would be much appreciated if you reviewed, and also, that the drama will actually start in the next chapter. Sorry!

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